A bit of angst and less on the humorous side.
"Shoto, why do you take twenty-minute showers?"
"Because I can."
"What the hell are you doing? You got hair, but not that much hair."
"I think about stuff for about eighteen minutes."
"I've never understood shower thoughts."
"Oh, I can tell you mine and in what order they usually go: wonder why I still exist, hate myself for something that happened years ago, hate myself for something that happened recently, brood over everything that the day holds and know that I'll just be a disappointment at the end of the day, realize how much I don't want to leave my dorm to do any of the things I was brooding over, suddenly wish that something would happen so I could stay in my futon for the rest of the day, and finally, realize how much I wouldn't have to put up with if I died. Though, they're pleasant compared to my thoughts when I'm trying to sleep. Those make me want to die. Literally."
"Shoto—"